Washington D.C.
I sit. I contemplate. I hurt.
I knew coming into this conference that the subject was going to be heavy,
Obviously.
Realizing and experiencing are two extremely different entities.
Breakfast was simple,
A nice bagel and cream cheese as you listen to remarkably knowledgeable and intelligent people speak.
All it took was one two-minute video.
I do not cry very often about things in my own life, but the suffering of others melts the ice every time.
The first educational session was a large group of Sudanese people talking in a forum-like atmosphere with a Sudanese man leading.
The facts were heartbreaking, but the atmosphere was in such an educational format, emotions were not as easily released.
Then came the second educational session.
As an avid art lover, I knew this would be an amazing session.
Every time it happens, it hits me like a gust of wind off the Hudson swirling in between a building you just happen to be walking by,
in winter.
Inspirational, creative minds are my weakness.
It never fails.
The five-person panel, each of them hitting me with a different wave of emotion.
Each so compelling it’s almost frustrating.
People willing to give all of their time and self to spread their passion are of the most beautiful.
What I would give to have more of that soul,
and more of those souls in my life.
Thank you DC, I thoroughly enjoyed you.
Why wasn't I included in this??
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